forum Realistic Modern Day RP {Open}

Started July 22, 2018 by @RatGoddess

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(So, who are we still missing to start up again? Was it just Grace?

Clovis stirs, slowly blinking open his tired eyes, and leans forward to rub his face. He obviously didn't mean to fall asleep, but at the same time he looks past the point of utter exhaustion. He stands to his feet and dusts himself off a little.
I should eat before I go to sleep.
He runs hand through his unruly hair and takes a glance at the brush and trees surrounding him.

(Guess I can help get this RP rollin' again by finally responding…)

App steps out of the brush, holding a bottle in one hand, staring. "Where the heck did you come from? Why aren't you with Molly?" She spoke as if it had only been days since they last saw each other rather than months. Her face did not show the trace of the more naïve and trusting person she had been before she had disappeared from the group without a trace. Her gray-blue eyes had a look of having since not just the world burn, but saw the entire universe razed to the ground, with . Her stance used to be more on her tip-toes, flighty, and with little to no guard. Now, her stance was solid, grounded, and fully guarded. Like she was expecting an attack from any side at any moment. Her body weight was almost back to how it had been when they had first found her, but just passing the amount needed in order to keep up in this dangerous world.

Clovis blinks once, then twice.
Those eyes…
He squints and cocks his head ever so slightly.
Shoot, I’ve seen her before. Pretend you know her, she obviously knows you.
He opens his mouth to talk but shuts it again, realizing he doesn’t really know what to say.
Molly?
“I- I don’t know where she is.” He quietly states.
(Omg he perpetually acts like a lost pup rolls eyes)

Apollyon involuntarily relaxed when Clovis spoke. Though…. She could see the confusion on his face. “You don’t remember me, do you, Clovis?” She relaxed her stance and tilted her head, her silver hair swinging. “ How did you get here?”

Apollyon involuntarily relaxed when Clovis spoke. Though…. She could see the confusion on his face. “You don’t remember me, do you, Clovis?” She relaxed her stance and tilted her head, her silver hair swinging. “ How did you get here?”

Dang it
He purses his lips, avoiding eye contact.
“I….” his voice fades out as he tries to remember how he got here.
?? I remember setting this up, and falling to sleep. How did I get here???
He glares at the ground, then looks forward to make eye contact. “I’m gonna be honest, I’m not really sure.” He states.

(Clovis: she saw right through me!!!!?? Everyone else: uhhh no duh?)

App sighed and scuffed her heel into the dirt. “Do you need help getting back to Molly then?” Apollyon rubbed a temple and took a swig of her moonshine before capping it and putting it into her bag. “I’ll help you tear down, then I’ll take you back into town, okay?” Her robot tail slid out and began to flip agitatedly.

Tristian sat in the window seal, gazing out from the broken window at the ground below. MOnitering zombie activity and watching for survivors he knew there were none but its good to be at least little optimistic in these dark times. He heard Cameron yawn from behind his back and slowly smiled, "Morning."
"Morning bro…whats for breakfast?"
"Hm…probably canned beans." he chuckled dryly. they had eaten so many already but it was easy to cook and easy to find.
"I hate canned beans." he could hear her groan.
"Well sorry i cant provide some gormet cooking."He turned to face her from the window seal holding his gun. He got up and walked over to her, watching her eat spoonfuls of beans.
He looked in the supply bag, they were running low on supplies. he would need to go out.
"I need to head out for more supplies, you know the drill." he grabbed his gunand slung it around his shoulder. he stood up from his crouched position.
"Yeah i do. stay safe dork." she didn't look up at him.
"You too nerd. Run if-"
"I know I know." she huffed. he ruffled her hair.
"I love you."
"love you too."
He walked down the stairs, being as quiet as possible. He snuck out of the building sticking his hand in his pocket and feeling the pocket knife ready to extend it if nesscary.

Clovis notices her tail but doesn’t stare. He swallows and looks to the side, caught in a bit of a flashback.
I do know her.
Appolyon.
He clenches his jaw and takes a step back subconsciously, looking back to her. “Appolyon?” His voice is quiet and slow.
I remember a little. Is she okay? What on earth is she drinking??

(I got nothing dude.)

Apollyon immediately looked up and straight into Clovis’ eyes with her own deadened ones. “So you remember me now? Interesting.” She pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter and lit one up before putting the stuff back in her back. She took a slow drag from it before breathing out a cloud of it. “What made you remember?”